'Elizabetta's dinners consist of a plate of garlic and macaroni on the kitchen steps.

I don't like garlic and I'm tired of macaroni; if it's just the same to you, I think I'll dine at home.' He held out his hand.
She read his purpose in his eye and put her own hands behind her.
'You won't shake hands, signorina?
We are not friends ?' 'I learned a lesson the last time.' 'You shake hands wif Lieutenant Count Carlo di Ferara.' 'It is the custom in Italy.' 'We are in Italy.' 'Behave yourself, Tony, and run along home!' She laughed and nodded and turned away.

On the steps she paused to add-- 'Be sure not to forget the message for Signor Abraham Lincoln.

I shall be disappointed if he doesn't come.'.